I woke up sweating bullets, I looked around the room and noticed something... The walls were white and the bedspread was White everything in the room was a pale Grey, or white unless it was the hardwood floor under the large fluffy rug. The room was light and Airy the curtains drawn back to show the perfect view have a gorgeous private beach.
I wandered out of the room and somehow ended up in the bathroom. If you could even call it a bathroom it was like bam gorgeous.
I wandered back out the way I came in and I said it through the other door wandering down the stairs into a beautiful open living room and finding my way to the kitchen
Everything here was white. White bedroom white bathroom white living room white kitchen white sand outside it's crazy. I see a tall muscular back facing me, I cough And wait to be noticed. The Stranger turns around and it so happens to be the same one from last night. He is tall has black hair and deep blue eyes he is built has piercings and tattoos and to me I can't find a reason to be scared of him.
He looks at me and smiles as I ask" Where is my dress?" as I finally notice that I am most certainly not wearing my dress Any more.
He chuckles and opens his arms out as if he is displaying something. "This. This is my house. And your dresses in the washer that is why what you're wearing what you're wearing, and you are wearing one of my many shirts and I put it on you before you can ask."
" Why are you smiling that's weird!" I yell out.
He clamps a soft, calloused hair over my lips and sighed. "Shh people will hear you! Even though there is only a total of me and 13 other families on this island.But still be quiet." He walked out the door and winked at me.
I hufft and wandered about the kitchen grabbing some fruits and a knife and began to make a smoothie. As I watch The Knife gracefully slide through the fruit my mind wandered. Wander to the dark nights that I used to have. Dark nights that I... Still have, Dark Nights that consume me and my best days and ruin them.
"Fuck!" I heard him yell. I jumped and looked at him confused.
He walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips and told me "Jump."
I snorted, "In your dreams old Man. "
"It is in my dreams Baby girl." He laughed and picked me up with ease, setting me on the counter, before reaching behind him to grab the first aid kit. I looked down and finally understood what it meant. I guess I just lost control or something because I had small gash in my arm. I slid one arm around his neck pulling myself closer to him as he tended to the wound, but I see cleaned it out I couldn't help but cry and I know I shouldn't cry I shouldn't let people know that I am hurting but I couldn't keep it in. And I cried and cried and cried.
"Shhhhh, princesa. Don't cry. You're okay. Love." He whispered to me. " Tell me about yourself."
I calmed down a bit and took a deep breath. " okay. My name is Ariella Jasmine Collins.I have a twin sister Arabella and a little sister, Lyla. Bella and I are 16 almost 17 and Lyla is 3. I have an older brother who is 17 his name is Lorenzo. I have a mom and dad, my mom works in Fashion industry and my dad is some sort of agent. I want to be a doctor when I graduate college I want to find a good guy and settle down maybe have a few kids but it's kind of hard because my dad won't even let me date. my prom date was a setup by my sister so I guess I have her to thank for getting kidnapped. I have a fear of sharks, Heights, spiders, clowns, and blood haha so yeah"
He smiled, "My turn?"
I nodded.
" my name is Adam Khristopher Sterlingson. I have two sisters and one brother, my mother and father are split. I am what you would call a bad boy. I am six four and a half and toned and built I love tattoos and piercings but I guess what you need to know for me is that I am I gang leader and the reason I have taken you here it's because I was asked to." He smiled, sadly.
I decided not to go into the kidnapping thing so instead I asked him where we were. " welcome to Italy Princesa." my smile widened, my eyes lit up I've always wanted to go to Italy.
Him))
I stitched her up and smile as we talked. She really opened up to me and as did I. Ariel makes me feel something I just haven't felt in a long time.
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A Love Worth Fighting For
Teen FictionDon't really have a description I'm kind of just rewriting this on the Fly